Poetry To Pass The Time

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So if you haven't noticed, I've been scandalously absent from the blog boards this whole week. Blogger's block is real, I tell you! Nothing for it.

And still it persists. So, to assuage my guilty conscience, here is a bit of poetry I wrote a few years ago. (Even though, according to the CBC, poetry is dead). I think I must have been reading Homer or Dante or something.


The Poison Cup

O my dear, what bliss! What bliss!

A cup of poison, slit of the wrist!

A silent, dark and maudlin twist.

It’s bliss! It’s bliss! This treachery, this!



Now deep in the bowels a steamy hiss,

The foul stench of stagnant piss,

The monster smiles with pointedness,

She cannot miss! She cannot miss!



How hotly burns the treason kiss,

The coins that pass from fist to fist.

They’ll eat the bones, the bile, the grist.

The innocent succumb to this.



The angel choir begins to twist

The clouds roll dark and ominous,

The monsters in their dirty tryst

Are crunching bones and smacking lips.



Now sweet the voice behind the mist:

“Angelicus! Angelicus!

Now all rise up and come to this!”

Her song all golden gloriousness.



From deep below they hear a hiss:

“You never will succeed at this.

For Man was made to seek this bliss,

This hot embrace, this devil’s kiss!”



“For O my dears, what bliss! What bliss!”

Another hissed in wickedness,

“O cup of poison, pile of grist,

The weak ones will succumb to this!”



The mountainside grew dark with mist,

While ocean swells began to list,

But in a desert oasis,

A small companion raised her fist.



She cried, “Oh wicked viciousness!

If ever there was truth in this,

I’ll fight you and I won’t resist,

You’ll nevermore make prey of us!”



A vicious pop and sizzling hiss,

In pain the monsters writhe and twist,

As arrows of Angelicus

Pierce scaly hides of wretchedness.



“But O my dears, what’s this? What’s this?

This wretched sizzle, burn and twist!

How did it all come down to this?”

The monsters fell into the pits.



The small companion dropped her fist,

She kissed her hand, she danced with bliss,

While in the sky, Angelicus,

Sent up the cry, “Victorious!”